Your eyes. Your chocolate, brown eyes. Those eyes shine with a million emotions. When you’re content, I practically feel the peace emanating from them. And they bloom wide open- a stark contrast to their resting look- when they report fear, shock, or surprise. Facing confusion or annoyance, they snap shut as if to illustrate that you’ve seen enough. Seeing those eyes makes me laugh. Makes me smile.

I don’t smile because you’re annoyed, though. I don’t even smile because you’re at peace. I smile because your eyes are a puzzle that show me something new every time they meet mine.